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If you were living with Space Marine implants, but without the power armour, what would be awesome/horrible about your life.
1.Sneezing acid everywhere.

I couldn't fit into my car anymore... but I could probably power bike to work like nobodies business.

No one would ask "Do you even lift?"

doing rehab with patients and asking them "would you prefer a bionic implant?"

You'd make an excellent bouncer.

Hotel would be a problem, being 8 feet ish is not ideal for small beds.

But I'd never feel nervous again, healing, insane reactions and sheer bulk would be like invincible (almost)

My sex life is probably over, but the Russian military is probably going to pay me a lot of money to let me be studied for science.

Or a profitable career as a giant mercinery for hire, make a trueky intimidating body guard.

I'd go into movies. I'd make so much money it'd be stupid. Then conquer the Olympics in every event. Then I'd write a book. About me. Because me with Space Marine implants would be awesome. Awesome enough to write a book about. Then I'd run for president. Then I would probably compete in the Mr. Universe. Of course I'd win. Then I would smugly claims that I was the only movie star, Olympic champion, Mr. Universe President. Then I'd become a vigilante hero. Pretty usual stuff...

I'd be dead, as the fused ribcage would make me unable to breath....

 Murdius Maximus wrote:
I'd go into movies. I'd make so much money it'd be stupid. Then conquer the Olympics in every event. Then I'd write a book. About me. Because me with Space Marine implants would be awesome. Awesome enough to write a book about. Then I'd run for president. Then I would probably compete in the Mr. Universe. Of course I'd win. Then I would smugly claims that I was the only movie star, Olympic champion, Mr. Universe President. Then I'd become a vigilante hero. Pretty usual stuff...

Only got small aims lol

I'd die.

No clothes would ever be in my size. Everyone would be staring at me. EVERYONE. I'd be 9 feet tall, healing uber-fast, and able to lift almost anyone and everything. I'd (almost) never need to sleep. In martial arts, I could just absorb strikes like a true Space Marine. I'd be too fast for anyone to ever believe. Also, I'd be covered in scars from all the goshdarn surgery.

Well I'm in Football and in some weird place between 2nd string and 3rd string so I'd probably be moved up to first string and then be made the entire team. O line, D line, Running back, everything.
I wouldn't fit in my car though and sex would be weird.

Agreed. It would be pretty easy being a professional athlete, at least for a decade. Then move onto other things like world domination.

I'd probably join the US Army and begin a lucrative military career.

I would need to find something tremendously more potent than liquor.

[We Death Guard Now]

Well, seeing as all my diseases are now cured, probably make a life career out of the military. They'd need to make me special armor, but I highly doubt anything short of a 40mm to the neck is going to kill me. I also could never be an Athlete, they'd never let me join a sport.

I'd kill everyone

I would be considerably better at Muay Thai.

Everything I own would be broken.

I have enough trouble avoiding that without super strength and stupid bulk.

I think "frustrated".

The implants would require mental conditioning so I would be forced to scan all day for targets to kill and not have any (or at least think real hard about killing something and giving it a pass).

Assuming any human could survive it? I'd probably go into UFC or Professional Wrestling.

I think it is pretty much a certainty that any kind of professional sport is right out due to "performance enhancing drugs or procedures".

The blood of a Space Marine would make most hematology machines burst into flames.

 Furyou Miko wrote:
Everything I own would be broken.

I have enough trouble avoiding that without super strength and stupid bulk.

You'd also be dead. Gene-seed would kill any female implanted with it thanks to GW pseudo science.

Though as a salamander if you had that gene seed you could be ultimate blacksmith, just casually knock out a huge iron statue, or such.

Space wolf may be a bit odd, whole inner wolf thing.

I would probably have to find new brushes to fit my giant hands. Also, finding pants would be harder than it already is *facepalm*

I'd be dead.

After looking through this thread again, what scares me is how tall people think Space Marines are. Guys; they're 7ft tall. Not any of these absurd amounts you're pulling out of nowhere.




*And before anyone points it out, the scale starts at 1ft at he base (instead of 0 for some reason).

 Grimtuff wrote:
*And before anyone points it out, the scale starts at 1ft at he base (instead of 0 for some reason).

Makes them look taller, duh.

 Wyzilla wrote:

 Furyou Miko wrote:
Everything I own would be broken.

I have enough trouble avoiding that without super strength and stupid bulk.

You'd also be dead. Gene-seed would kill any female implanted with it thanks to GW pseudo science.

That part of the fluff was handwaived to fit within the parameters of the question. Besides, presumably it would take a few hours to infiltrate my system, so here is still some 'life' to show.

At least I'd care less that my stuff was broken. ^^;